Baba met with, and embraced, everyone in the Family Quarters compound and then went to Rama Kalchuri's house. From there, he set out through the village, led by dancers expressing the immense joy in their hearts by excitedly leaping and jumping and beating the drums hung around their necks. Love, like an electric current, was running through the veins of their thin physiques, and they experienced extraordinary energy. Baba was followed by his men mandali and the rest of the villagers. Close behind Baba, little Mehernath and Sheela were carefully collecting the dust on which Baba had walked. The women of the village had laid out their best saris for Baba to tread upon, and he stepped on the threshold of every house, thus fulfilling the long-cherished desire of each family.
Alain kept lagging behind, as he continued to break down in tears. He could not understand what was happening to him. Baba would send someone to bring him next to him, but again the dancers, noise, drums, cymbals and heat would send tears streaming down his face.
Baba's neck and shoulders were covered with garlands of various hues. They were quickly taken off, but again more would appear around him. It was a touching give-and-take of love between Baba and the villagers, and all were mindful of his pleasure. Despite the hundreds of villagers present, the atmosphere remained quite peaceful, though excited, and no confusion or trouble arose.
Baba had begun walking a little after the second auto accident, but that day the villagers were stunned at finding him walking continuously for over an hour and a half. Not minding his physical pain, Baba continued his tour of the village until he had visited every home. It seemed that the longing of the villagers was so intense, Baba simply could not ignore it. Every man, woman and child revered Baba from the depth of his or her heart, and Baba expressed his joy at meeting each one of them. His willingness to walk the estimated two miles around the old village was ample testimony of his love for these poor simple folk.
The doctor and nurses managing the nearby tuberculosis sanitarium requested that Baba visit their hospital, reasoning that some of the patients were Arangaon villagers and, therefore, rightly deserved Baba's darshan that day. Kamlabai Pusalkar, a staff nurse and a devoted Baba lover, further pleaded the patients' case, and Baba agreed to bless the sanitarium with his presence (as he had done previously in 1954). He went and personally handed prasad to every patient, and the members of the staff.